I find the sun burns upside down

The stars burn bright each day

And jabborwacky’s laugh with glee

To hear the mountains play

The sound I hear is corn agrowin

And birds a sittin down

And when the bunnys tongues go waggin

I hear the monkeys say

Oh where did laughter go today?

And why are rivers running dry?

It taxes sensibility to see

The trees go dancing by

Yet on a mountain top

so cold and pearly white

a kite with many colors floats

with whiskey on its breath

be careful what your dreams tell you

for many are but figments

the truth is that I cannot do

a million things this instant